words.

if someone wants to be a part of your life, 
they’ll make an effort to be in it.
Don’t bother reserving a space
in your heart for someone
who doesn't make an effort to stay.

//\\

X.

Things are changing for the good.

in a long time from now, i will see you again.

It’s been so hard.
So much time, so far apart.

I’d wondered how I stay strong
I’ve missed you for so long.

Now those three months equaled eternity
and amends is never easy
but hope held on to me, prayer kept me.
between us, we may have changed.
but you are and still are,
important to me.

The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.

Colossians 3:13


Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

unusual words

lygerastia: the condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
brontide: the low rumbling of distant thunder.
dactylion: the tip of a middle finger.
nudiustertian: pertaining to the day before yesterday.
gargalesthesia: the sensation caused by tickling.
petrichor: the smell of rain on dry ground.
dendolatry: worship of trees.
lethologica: the inability to recall a precise word for something.
psithurism: a whispering sound, i.e: the sound of wind in trees, or rustling leaves.
witzelsucht: a feeble attempt at humour.
epeolatry: worship of words.
woundy: excessively; extremely.
tacenda: things not to be mentioned.
naupathia: sea sickness.
baisemain: a kiss on the hand.

I will listen to the shadow lands and brace what's coming true

Rain,

I’ve seen its touch.
A desired thought, a peace I desired once.
The idea enlightens me; it captures my endless visions and dreams.

This land is dry, empty of its life.
 Frail veins run through these trees.
A broken shadow buried between each sunset seen.
I stand here and watch the mountain tops scream.
Their lungs are running out of strength to breath.

A burst of hope,

a sought of listening, they wait there patiently,
waiting and waiting.
The twilight sky sits beneath the wailing moon.
 It’s demon lover mourning for
its heart in a
tomb.

Songs of soulful eyes brighten this midnight sky,
as specks of light touch and breathe life.
Silence, I hear its sound, the voice of rain.
Their kisses of life are pouring heavily upon
me again.

I stand here, grasping each touch.
Oh, a desire I once dreamed of.
Drench me with your silk.
Oh rain, I missed your lips.

My feet are stained with dots.
Death is far from what is now thought.
Come and kiss the land, and awake its cursed sleep.
Wake its eyes from an endless dream.
Bring forth a life that has now been redeemed.

Rain, I’ve seen its touch.
A desire thought, a peace
I desired once.
An Idea which enlightened me,
it captured my wildest dreams.
Rain, come pour yourself down on me.

A garden is now
all I see.
A kiss of your lips,
awaken this desert from its

sleep.

sweat in some sweaters

doorways

Your hazel green eyes that hide a truth i dare seek,
Are like woods on a warm summer day, When leaves bloom,
And slender branches sway, Give under the weight of the invisible,
I look into your eyes and see this so called invisible, i know..
I see this timeless world of sun and breezes, Of love and hate,
As I gaze from my sunlit doorway

old haunts

The past is what I imagine a place of dusty shelves of old recorded books. They sit there and soon over time become forgotten. It's a recorded date of where the last breath you had with the one you loved or the one you hate. It's a recorded history of moments of over whelming bliss occurred and those moments of great sadness and great happiness. The past is an old dusty shelve that stands in my shadow. It haunts my dreams of old moments. It collects all dates and minutes I breathed in. It doesn't forget a thing. Everything is remembered, but also can be quickly forgotten. The past is haunting and loving. It remembers everything... every laugh, every tear, every smile, every goodbye, every accomplishment... it simply remembers every detail that your eyes capture.

not ready

I'll ride my bike to your house

to the party there

I carry the rain in with me

the bands playing here

I'm not looking for you

but you find me standing near

you ask who i cam with

i tell you i came by myself

the music blares as the crowd sings along

you look down at me 

and smile with those white teeth

I'm sorry C,

but I can't be what you want me to be

I feel to young 

phone calls across the country

you tell me you love me

but I've got no feelings for those three words

i'm sorry but i can't be what you want me to be

I'm not ready for love

coffee in hand I walk alone

i have no feelings at this time being

the streets posts light my way home

this winter is going to be far to long

I'm sorry C, but I can't be what you want me to be. 

My hearts not ready for love

Respect

Came to realize how fast you can lose respect for a person. For when someone speaks false accusations over you, it truly hurts. Especially when the person who spoke this false judgment against you, is someone you care a lot about, and gave so much time and effort towards a friendship. You trusted this person with your thoughts and secrets. But you soon came to realize this friend you trusted so much with, turned out to speak and say things unworthy towards you as a friend. Your now branded with a name on your forehead that everyone sees and believes. You want to speak out and fix it. But you rather not touch the situation. Because you don’t want to make more of a bigger wave then what has already developed. Don’t be the one crawling on your knees to the person who claimed something false over you. Be the wiser one, and let people believe what they want. And simply move on.